Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Dancing with Blood and Darkness ❯ Familiarity of Coffee and Chance Meetings Pt. I ( Chapter 3 )

 

Dancing with Blood and Darkness

 

Chapter 3: Familiarity of Coffee and Chance Meetings Pt. I

 

 

Heero opened the door to Quatre's apartment without knocking, knowing the blonde haired boy had left it open for him. It had taken him moments to arrive outside of his blood brother's apartment. He had been there on some occasions, mainly for consultations if something out of the ordinary had happened to him, which was not very often. Quatre was physic before he was changed into a vampire, his skills were only heighten and more powerful after the change. He had become very astute to what his companions were feeling and was able to quickly find a remedy for their problems. This skill earned him respect and admiration from his brothers and sisters. Unlike Heero, Quatre's respect did not come from fear, but from the good heart that Quatre possessed.

 

“Oh, Heero! How are you doing? I did not think you would be here so soon.” Quatre blushed slightly as he noticed that Heero had seen his mate, Trowa, pulling his shirt on. He was a quite man, a rival to Heero when it came to being a recluse and secretive person. He was as small as his lover with just as much beauty. Trowa, however, held and air of coldness where his lover had an air of elation and love that was not usually seen in their kind.

 

“Heero.” Trowa nodded at Heero in a curt manor. They had never been fond of each other although they had fought together many times. Trowa was a good fighter, excellent with fire arms. But for some reason, neither man wanted much social contact with the other.

 

“Trowa.” Heero responded equally as icy. Heero sat on the living room couch and waited for Quatre to join him. He watched as Trowa gave his lover a small kiss on the cheek and took his leave, headed for a club no doubt. Heero saw something familiar in the act. It was as if he had once had something like that, someone to see him off when he left home. He felt like he had someone with whom he could share such a small, yet passionate sign of affection. Heero knew this was not possible; his only long term semi-romantic relationship had been with Treize. But that, of course, had only been sexually with no real passion like Trowa and Quatre were displaying tonight.

 

Quatre sat on the small chair across from Heero after sending his lover off for the night. He was a small boy with bright blues eyes and such a compassion for others that it was almost overwhelming. Heero honestly did not know how Quatre survived as long as he had because he was much too sweet for the darkness.

 

“Heero, tell me about these visions you've been having.”

 

Heero sighed. “As you assumed earlier, they involve that boy Duo. He and I are being…extremely intimate. I have never even touched this boy before, so why am I having these images?”

 

Quatre was quiet for a while, a frown forming on his usually soft features. “I do not really know Heero. It is quite unusual for someone to develop physic abilities centuries after they have changed. Perhaps they are images of what is to come if he were to become your sacrifice?”

 

Heero shook his head. “No, in the last image, the setting was 1923. That boy would have to be over eighty-years old by now. And besides, I do not remember anything before 1935.”

 

Quatre sighed. “Heero, I must tell you that I have been having dreams about Duo as well.” Heero sat a little straighter in his seat. “I didn't want to tell you immediately because I felt that it was inappropriate to tell you at the time. They were images of the two of you. You two were…happy together.” Quatre shook his head again. “I do not know what it means, I am sorry to have wasted your time.”

 

Heero was quiet for a long time. Why was Duo creeping into other people's dreams and minds as well? Why were they all of them of Heero and Duo being romantic? A small part of Heero wanted to believe that these images were the future, that he and Duo could be intimate in that sense. Heero was tired of having quick screws, it had become boring. Now with Duo's presence in Heero's mind, it had been impossible to think of any other man that was not Duo.

 

“There is one more thing Heero. You are not the only one in the line with loss of memory. About half of the line that was born before 1935 claim to be missing some, if not most of their memories before that time. I think that it only occurred in our line. I think if you find the truth about what happened before 1935, you will find out the meaning of your visions.”

 

“But how can Duo be in my memories from decades ago? He is only eighteen years old.” Heero questioned, not believing there was a way to actually find out about his lost past, especially if no one else in the line could remember anything.

 

Quatre shrugged. “The widespread loss of memory is uncanny. I can only believe that someone made it so. Someone who had acute magic skills could have wiped out everyone's memory. The only question is why would they do that?”

 

The air in the room was still for a dramatic moment as both men contemplated what Quatre had just said. They knew of no other vampires who had such strong magic abilities. Most vampire magic only worked on humans, it would take a large and strong amount of magic to affect vampires. Then a thought crossed Heero's mind that made him slightly unsettled. The sixth line could have power enough to alter our memories, Heero reasoned. Now it was more imperative that he discover this line, for it held the secrets of his and Duo's past.

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The sun had just set as Heero stepped outside his apartment. His mission for the night was to attend the sleaziest clubs in the city to see if anyone had any information on this third line. A name would do just fine for him, or even a coven location. He now had two options on finding about his past as he remembered the last thing Quatre had told him:

 

“Find the sixth line, yes, I know about that. Or find our Alpha. Either way you'll get the answers you want.”

 

No one knew where the Alpha was, he had disappeared in the last decade. None of the elders had an idea where the Alpha was either. He had just left without out a word to the elders, leaving no instructions for the line. He had all but abandoned his line. Heero had figured that he would be back by now, for one of the things his line cherished was line unity. Brothers and sisters had been killed for betraying the line.

 

As Heero walked down the sidewalk, he noticed a black silk ribbon on the side of the ground. He usually never picked up items off the ground unless he himself was the one who dropped it. But there was something about that ribbon that made Heero pause on the side of the street. There is resided, trapped between a crack in the sidewalk. The ribbon almost called out to him and made him feel an overwhelming amount of nostalgia. It was a feminine item, something that probably belonged to a small little girl. So why was Heero so interested in it? He stooped down quickly and grabbed a hold of the ribbon. An aroma from the ribbon was immediately noticed, it was quite strong. Heero knew that he had smelled this same sweet scent before, but he could not place the location of the smell.

 

“Excuse me; I think you have my ribbon?” That baritone voice sounded from behind Heero. It was the same sweet voice he had heard the night before for the first time. It was that same voice that had memorized him and this time was no different. His body became rigid for a second before he was able to take control and face his sacrifice.

 

It was indeed Duo that stood in front of Heero when he turned around. He was dressed in a black shirt with a white dress shirt underneath whose collar overlapped the black shirt. His pants were black as well and body molding to show off Duo's dancer physique. It was a simple outfit, but somehow Duo had made it look sexy. His hair was blowing slightly to and fro behind him as he glanced at Heero with a particular look.

 

“Here you are.” Heero said stiffly, slightly damning himself for the amount of iciness that was in his voice. He extended his hand to Duo in order to hand him the ribbon. Duo accepted, brushing his fingers lightly on Heero's hand. There was something that ran through them at that moment when they touched. It was not quite electricity, but perhaps a sense of comfort and belonging. Duo glanced up and met Heero's eyes. The smaller boy's already large eyes had grown rounder at this contact.

 

He smiled slightly and blushed. “That's alright, buddy. You can make it up to me and have some coffee with me. I was going to get some anyway before my ribbon blew away.” He smiled even larger. It was a goofy type of smile, yet it was still charming. He brought his braid over his shoulder and promptly tied the ribbon around it tightly. “I don't know what I would do without this. Someone very special gave it to me; I've had it as long as I can remember.”

 

Heero did not say anything, he just simply stared.

 

“So, how about that coffee?” Duo asked, a little dismayed and hesitant after Heero's silence. He softly fumbled with the end of his braid, curling it around his finger. It wasn't a flirtatious move, just a sign of nervousness.

 

“That sounds good.” Heero finally responded. They walked side by side to Duo's café of choice while Duo talked much of the time. Heero felt content just listening to Duo talk. Everything he said had some purpose: whether it was to attempt to make Heero laugh or to allow Heero to get to know him better. Heero decided that with anyone else, this excessive talking would have been annoying and only seen as rambling. But Duo was different; he had an intoxicating aura about him. An aura that made Heero wants to stay with him longer.

 

They settled down at a table near the back of the café. It was a small, dark space that somehow made both Heero and Duo look paler than they really were. Duo ordered the largest coffee the place had to offer in addition to an Oreo cheesecake. Heero decide on just a small coffee, black with no sugar.

Once again, Duo dominated the conversation. “I don't know, I mean dancing is really what I'm best at. I never did to well at school. Not to say that I'm an idiot, I just wasn't too keen with following the rules. I also stole a lot because I was pretty poor.” He took a sip from his coffee.

 

“Destitution is no excuse for thievery.” Heero stated simply.

 

Duo paused for a second, cup half way to his lips. Heero wondered vaguely if he was offended by the boldness of Heero's last statement. All such doubts disappeared when Duo smiled. “You know, it took me a while, but I finally figure that out for myself a while back. I used my poverty as a reason to get away with so many things so I wouldn't have to face who I was or who I had become. I was pretty pathetic for a while. But now I'm poor and I couldn't be happier!” He smiled again. Heero decided that he really liked that smile and wanted to see more of it.

 

“You know, Heero, I really like you. Most people would be chicken shit and not tell me how they felt. You called me on my BS and that's really refreshing.” Duo glanced at his watch and cursed under his breath. “Look, I have to go. Rehearsal calls!” Heero nodded his head as a sign of good-bye and watched the boy stand to leave. Duo gave a small wave at the door, but was hesitant to walk through it. He turned back and came to Heero's table. He stood there without saying anything, playing with that braid again.

 

“Do you think…would you like to…” He sighed. “Do you think you would like to meet me somewhere tomorrow so we can, you know, talk some more?” He asked quickly, looking everywhere but Heero. Heero found this action to be cute but he couldn't understand why a gorgeous man like Duo would have such difficulties asking someone out.

 

Duo looked slightly uneasy again as it took Heero a long time to respond once again. They had only been together for an hour, but Heero truly felt something. He wanted to do the things to Duo that he had in his visions. But he also wanted to just talk with Duo, simply be with him. Heero decided that he was not going to prey on the child like he was planning to. Duo was too intelligent, beautiful and lively to be thought of simply as a piece of meat. He was a person, with whom Heero wanted to spend more time with. Now Heero could admit to not wanting to capture the boy, but he was not yet ready to admit out loud or even to himself that he needed Duo.

 

“That would be wonderful, Duo.” Heero responded, slightly elated to se Duo's face brighten up. He was bold tonight. He leaned forward and gave Duo a light kiss on the mouth. It was nothing vulgar, it involved no tongue, yet it was still passionate. Duo leaned into the kiss, allowing a soft sigh to escape from the side of his mouth. The kiss held more passion in it that Heero had ever experience. How could this happen with a boy he had only been talking to for an hour? Heero pulled back, as he felt his breath escaping him. He stared at Duo.

 

When was the last time Heero ever felt happiness, even if it was in this small degree? The only emotions he had ever felt, if they could even be called emotions, were annoyance and anger. He had never had anything that resembled happiness since…sometime long ago in his past.

 

“Heero…that was…wonderful.” Duo smiled as he looked into Heero's eyes, conveying things that Heero was sure the boy was not even aware existed. “That kiss…when I was with you today, I felt such a strong sense of nostalgia. It was amazing.” Duo smiled again and gave Heero a tight hug. With one last glance, he was bouncing out the door.

 

How was it that a one hour meeting with Duo, a boy he has never met before, can make him feel emotions that he has never remembered feeling? If Heero was honest with himself, he would realize that he never wanted that feeling to go away.

 

But now was not the time to be thinking of things like this. Now was the time for him to continue the search he had started before he had met up with Duo. Heero planned to continue his search to find more information on the sixth line. It was only eight O'clock but he knew many clubs were open already for an entire night and morning of dancing and feeding. His first stop was SEED, a small, hidden club that could barely contain 100 people at a time. It was small, yet extremely exclusive. It was the place to go if one wanted to be around the powerful and elite, whether it is power physically, financially, or socially. Heero knew that if he wanted information, he would have to go to that club.

 

He walked into the club without difficulty, the hordes of people parting in front of him dramatically. Heero immediately found the man he was looking for. He recognized him from another club and knew his master. He approached the man quickly, grabbing hold of the other's collar. None of his companions challenged Heero's aggression, for they knew who he was.

 

“I need to have a word with you.” Heero growled as he took than man with him into the back of the club.

 

 

 

A/N: Woot! Sorry it took so long to update. I actually already had this chapter written but I ran into some computer difficulties. Sorry.

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